I know Advent began December 1st, but we are just now getting around to celebrating it. I’m notorious for being very on top of things. (Said Mary Beth, never.) I downloaded a free ebook (thanks to the heads up from one of my sweet readers!) and it uses The Jesus Storybook Bible to count down the days till Dec. 25th. It’s simple. It’s centered around Jesus. And perfect for little and big people alike. Sunday’s portion was about Jesus coming as a King, and I dug out some felt and buttons and we made crowns. Emma Claire sewed…all on her own. She kept saying, “I love this, mommy. I’m doing it all by myself.”
I told Steven that if he ever wondered what I was like as a little girl, look no further than EC. Only she’s 10 times sweeter.
I went to Target on a Sunday afternoon. Note: do NOT go to Target on a Sunday afternoon 2 weekends before Christmas. I don’t know if there was a crazy sale, or what, but it was a mad house in there. All I wanted was some baking essentials and to high tail it out of there, but there was no rushing a cashier who insisted on telling me about her ENT problems and the fungus that had grown in her ear…
I didn’t even tell Steven that bit, because he can barely handle the smell in the labor and delivery room at the hospital. So I’m telling you all instead, and I feel very at peace now that I got that out. Um, pardon the pun. In case you all like humor, which I’m assuming you do because you read my blog, than watch this amazing spoof on a Target check-out scene HERE. I swear they copied it straight from my visit yesterday.
Steven’s been MIA, since it’s peak season for him at work right now. I pass the time scouring Pinterest and my favorite food blogs, looking for Christmas activities that I’ll never get to. And to think when I first joined Pinterest, I wouldn’t pin anything more until I had completed the projects I’d pinned so far. Get a grip, MB. We make time for baking, though. All three of the schooners love to help me in the kitchen and most of the time I like it too…only now they’ve figured out how to fight…
“Give me that teaspoon.”
“It’s MY turn.”
“NO!!!! It’s MY turn.”
(Hair pulling. Scratching. Yelling.) Nothing Jesus would approve of, you know. I get tempted to give it up all together and then I find quotes like this….
“Tell me and I forget, teach me and I may remember, involve me and I learn.” ~ Benjamin Franklin
And I just want to redo every single day I’ve ever had with the schooners. I would tell more, teach more, involve more. I would say “yes” more, and “no” less when they wanted to make cakes with my flour and sugar and my freshly mopped floor. I would tune out the criticism, and focus on the encouragement. I would complain less, and thank more.
So we did a lot that this weekend. Made projects together…baked together…went on errands together…rediscovering our love for each other and the gift of family.
The weather turned beautiful after a stir crazy week with sickness and I promised the kids I would take them to the park to get their energy out. We had made evergreen wreaths with some sprigs I got on clearance at Lowes, so I planted them on the girls’ heads and brought the bikes. At the last minute, I grabbed my camera to get some shots and I’m so glad I did. Looking back, these are some of my favorite photos…for they display their distinct personalities and features so perfectly. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I’m glad they are each so different from one another. Green eyes that remind me of the sea, brown eyes that reflect the wild land in Oklahoma, and sparkling blue that ripples with mischief. They look like little earth children with those sprigs and I’m so glad they love nature like me.
They each teach me something in their own unique way. Every. Single. Day. And I feel so lucky they call me “mum”.